SONGS  OF  AMERICA 

\ 

A  Collection  of 

PATRIOTIC  AND  NATIONAL  AIRS 

Compiled  and  Arranged 

V  Especially  for  Use 

in  the 

School  and  Home 


ARTHUR  J.  ME  ALAND 
Supervisor  of  Music  in  the  Public  Schools  of 
Greenfield  and  Amherst,  Mass* 


Greenfield,  Mass. 

The  Recorder  Press 
1908 

UMIVMTYliBRARY 

I .  liNlVi'RSlTY  OY  NORT}  I  CAROLINA 

ATaiAPHimi 


Copyright  1907 

A.  J.  Mb  AT.  AND  AHD  H.  C,  PARSONS 
Gbkbnfield,  Mass. 

U.  S.  A. 


TABLE  OF  CONTENTS 


Patriotic  Songs 

Pag* 

America .  9 

Battle  Cry  of  Freedom — “Eally  Bound  the  Flag” .  8 

Battle  Hymn  of  the  Republic . 11 

Columbia,  the  Gem  of  the  Ocean — The  Bed,  White  and  Blue .  16 

Dixie’s  Land .  18 

Flag  of  the  Free .  5 

Hail,  Columbia .  12 

Maryland,  My  Maryland .  14 

Star  Spangled  Banner . 7 

Yankee  Doodle .  19 

Home  Songs 

Home,  Sweet  Home .  28 

My  Old  Kentucky  Home .  ^ 

Old  Folks  at  Home — “S’wanee  Biver” .  26 

The  Dearest  Spot  on  Earth .  24 

Miscellaneous  Songs 

Annie  Laurie .  29 

Auld  Lang  Syne .  28 

Juanita . 28 

Landing  of  the  Pilgrims— “The  Breaking  Waves  Dashed  High” .  21 

Massa’s  in  the  Cold,  Cold  Ground . 82 

The  Oaken  Bucket .  26 

Old  Black  Joe .  20 

Soldier’s  Farewell .  31 

Stars  of  the  Summer  Night .  31 

Sweet  and  Low .  36 

Vacant  Chair . 27 

Historical  Sketches 


Page 

America . ® 

Battle  Hymn  of  the  Republic .  10 

Columbia,  the  Gem  of  the  Ocean! . .  14 

Home,  Sweet  Home .  28 

In  Praise  of  the  Flag .  « 

Lincoln’s  Address  at  Gettysburg .  10 

!  Lincoln’s  Other  Addresses — Extracts  from .  10 

Origin  of  Yankee  Doodle — V erses .  18 

Our  National  Emblem .  ^ 

I  The  Star  Spangled  Banner .  ® 

^  The  Story  of  Hail,  Columbia .  13 

j  Yankee  Doodle . 

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Our  National  Emblem. 

See  cover  design. 

Origin. 

We  are  indebted  to  an  English  gentleman,  Edward  W.  Tuffley,  Esq.,  for  the  most 
trustworthy  and  authentic  history  of  the  origin  of  our  Stars  and  Stripes.  He  dis¬ 
covered  our  National  Emblem  to  have  been  designed  from  the  coat  of  arms  of  the 
Washington  family.  When  the  Americans,  in  their  most  righteous  revolt  against  the 
'./ranny  of  the  mother  country,  cast  about  for  an  ensign  with  which  to  distinguish 
J^hem selves  from  their  English  oppressors,  they  adopted  a  modification  of  the  old  Eng¬ 
lish  coat  of  arms  borne  by  Washington,  their  leader  and  deliverer,  and  they  paid  a 
well-merited  compliment  to  the  “Father  of  his  Country  ”  when  they  adopted  the  arms 
and  crest  of  his  family.  From  the  red  and  white  bars  and  the  stars  of  his  shield,  and 
from  the  raven  issuant  of  his  crest,  the  framers  of  the  Constitution  gained  the  idea  of 
the  Stars  and  Stripes  and  the  spread  eagle  of  our  National  Emblem. 

History. 

It  is  a  fact  not  generally  known  that,  although  the  United  States  is  the  youngest  of 
the  great  nations  of  the  world,  its  flag  is  older  than  that  of  any  other  nation. 

Our  First  National  Flag,  June  14,  1777. 

On  June  14,  1777,  Congress  adopted  the  resolution  that  the  flag  of  the  thirteen 
United  States,  be  thirteen  stripes,  alternating  red  and  white,  and  that  the  Union  be 
thirteen  stars,  white  in  a  blue  field.  This  is  the  first  recorded  legislative  action  for  the 
adoption  of  a  natio7ial  flag,  and  it  was  the  first  Emblem  to  be  officially  recognized  by 
the  thirteen  States  of  the  Union.  The  14th  day  of  June,  therefore,  is  known  as  Flag 
Day  and  was  first  observed  as  such  in  1893. 

Our  Flag  of  To-day. 

By  an  act  of  Congress,  April  4,  1818,  the  Flag  of  the  United  States  was  estab¬ 
lished.  By  this  act,  it  was  provided  that  the  thirteen  alternate  red  and  white  stripes  of 
the  orignal  flag  of  1777  should  represent  the  thirteen  original  states,  and  that  each 
new  state  thereafter  admitted  to  the  Union  should  be  represented  by  the  addition  of  a 
star.  The  additional  stars  on  our  flag  of  to-day  mark  the  increase  of  the  states  since 
that  time. 

At  the  beginning  of,  and  during  the  Civil  War,  there  was  not  a  thread  of  American 
bunting  in  existence.  All  bunting  flags  were  made  from  English  bunting.  Gen.  Ben. 
F.  Butler  of  Lowell,  Mass.,  was  the  first  manufacturer  of  American  bunting,  and  Feb. 
21,  1866,  he  presented  the  first  real,  genuine  American  Flag  to  the  United  States 
senate.  It  was  unfurled  for  the  first  time,  Feb.  24,  1866. 

The  distinction  of  having  made  the  first  Flag  belongs  to  Mrs.  Betsy  Ross  of  Phil¬ 
adelphia,  Pa.,  who,  working  under  the  personal  supervision  of  Gen.  Washington, 
completed  her  task,  June  7,  1777. 


FLAG  OF  THE  FREE 


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March  from  “  Lohengrin.” 

R.  Wagner. 

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1.  Flag  of  the  free,  fair  -  est  to  see!  Borne  thro’  the  strife  and  the 

2.  Flag  of  the  brave,  long  may  it  wave,  Cho  -  sen  of  God  while  Hii 


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Float  'ev  -  er  proud  -  ly  from  moun  -  tain,  and  shore.  Em  -  blem  of 

Sym  -  bol  of  Right  thro’  the  years  pass  -  ing  o’er.  Pride  of  our 


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Free  -  dom,  hope  to  the  slave, Spread  thy  fair  folds  but  to  shield  and  to  save 
coun  ■  try,  hon  -  ored  a  -  far.  Scat  -  ter  each  cloiid  that  would  dark- en  a  star. 


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While  thro’  the  sky,  loud  rings  the  cry,  Un  -  ion  and  Lib  -  er  -  ty !  One  ev-  er-more. 


®  The  Star-Spangled  Banner* 

The  author  of  this  soul  inspiring  lyric,  Francis  Scott  Key,  was  born  Aug.  9,  1780, 
at  Terra  Rubra,  Carroll  County,  Maryland,  and  died  in  Baltimore,  Jan.  ii,  1843. 
Mr.  Key  was  a  lawyer  by  profession,  and  the  song  which  has  immortalized  his  name 
and  become  national  was  inspired^  and  written  by  him  while  a  prisoner  on  board  the 
Minden.”  He  was  witnessing  the  bombardment  of  Fort  McHenry,  Md.,  by  the  British, 
between  midnight  and  dawn  of  Sept.  13,  1814,  and  the  scene  made  his  heartsick  with 
anxiety.  The  warm  patriotism  breathed  in  the  song  is  not  the  offspring  of  fancy  or 
mere  sentiment  or  of  poetic  imagination.  He  describes  what  he  actually  saw  in  the 
dim  light  of  the  morning,  and  tells  how  he  felt  when  he  could  ^ot  see  the  flag  through 
the  smoke  of  battle,  and  what  .his  feelings  were  when  the  battle  was  over  and  the  viC” 
tory  won  by  his  countrymen.  Evety  word  came  warm  from  his  throbbing  heart  and 
filled  his  soul  with  thankfulness  to  the  Divine  hand  that  turned  the  tide  of  battle  for 
Liberty. 

The  song  was  first  published  Sept.  21,  1814,  in  the  Baltimore  American,  and  imme¬ 
diately  caught  the  popular  fancy.  The  music,  to  which  it  was  at  once  adapted,  is  an 
old  French  air,  long  known  in  England  as  “Anacreon,”  and  afterwards  in  America  as 
Adams  and  Liberty.” 

The  following  verse  (5th)  was  later  added  to  the  6ong  by  Dr.  O.  W.  Holmes: 

5  When  our  land  is  illumined  with  Liberty’s  smile, 

If  a  foe  from  within  strike  a  blow  at  her  glory, 

Down,  down  with  the  traitor  that  dares  to  defile 
The  flag  or  her  stars  and  the  page- of  her  story  I 
By  the  millions  unchain’d  who  our  birthright  have  gain’d, 

We  will  keep  her  bright  blazon  forever  unstained  1 
And  the  star-spangled  banner  in  triumph  shall  wave, 

While  the  land  of  the  free  is  the  home  of  the  brave ! 


In  Praise  of  the  Flag* 

*‘I  rejoice  in  nothing  more  than  in  this  movement,  recently  so  prominently 
developed,  of  placing  a  starry  banner  above  every  school  house.  I  have  been  charged 
with  too  sentimental  appreciation  of  the  flag.  I  will  not  enter  upon  any  defence.  God 
pity  the  American  citizen  who  does  not  love  it,  who  does  not  see  in  it  the  story  of  our 
great  free  institutions,  and  the  hope  of  the  home  as  well  as  the  nation.”  Benjamin 
Harrison.  • 

“  We  join  ourselves  to  no  party  that  does  not  carry  the  flag  and  keep  step  to  the 
music  of  the  Union.”  Rtifus  Choate. 

“  We  believe  that  we  have  a  government  and  flag  worth  fighting  for,  atod,  if  need 
be,  dying  for.”  U.  S.  Grant. 

“  With  patriotism  in  our  hearts  and  with  the  flag  of  our  country  in  the  hands  of 
;Dur  children  there  is  no  danger  of  anarchy  and  there  will  be  no  danger  to  the  Union.** 
Wm,  McKinley. 

“  If  any  one  attempts  to  haul  down  the  American  flag,  shoot  him  on  the  Spot** 
Gm.  J.  A.  Dix, 

If  in  love  for  our  country  you  share. 

And  “  The  Star-spangled  banner  ”  are  versed  In, 

You  will  know  where  the  “  bombs  burst  in  air,” 

’Twas  a  national  air  they  burst  in. 


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THE  STAR-SPANGLED  BANNER. 

Francis  Scott  Key,  1S14, 


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Oh,  say,  can  you  see,  by  the  dawn’s  ear  -  ly  light,  What  so  proud-ly  we  hailed  at  the 
On  the  shore  dim  -  ly  seen,  thro’  the  mists  of  the  deep, Where  the  foe’s  haughty  host  in  dread 
And  where  is  that  band  who  so  vaunt -ing  -  ly  swore, That  the  hav  -  oc  of  war  and  the 
Oh,  thus  be  it  ev  -  er  when  freemen  shall  stand  Be  -  tween  their  loved  home  and  wild 


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I  , 

twilight’s  last  gleaming.  Whose  stripes  and  bright  stars,  thro’ the  per  -  il  -  ous  fight,  O’er  the  ramparts  we 
si-lence  re  -  pos-es,What  is  that  which  the  breeze,o’er  the  tow-er  » ing  steep,  As  it  fit  -  ful-ly 
bat-tle’s  con-fu  -  sion,  A  home  and  a  conn-try  should  leave  us  no  more.^  Their  blood  has  washed 
war’s  des  -  o  -lation;  Blest  with  vict’ry  and  peace,  may  the  heav’n-rescued  land  Praise  the  Pow’r  that  hath 


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blows,  half  conceals,half  dis-clos  -es?  Now  it  catch-es  the  gleam  of  the  morning’s  first  beam.  In  full 
out  their  foul  footsteps’ pol-lu-tion.  No  ref -uge  could  save  the  hire-ling  and  slave  From  the 
made  and  preserved  us  a  na-tionl  Then  conquer  we  must.  When  our  cause  it  is  just.  And 


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glo  •  ry  re  -  fleet  -  ed,now  shines  on 
ter  -  ror  of  flight  or  the  gloom  of 
this  be  our  mot  -  to:  “In  God  is 


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still  there.  Oh,  say,  does  that 
the  stream :  ’Tis  the  star-span  -  gled 
the  grave;  And  the  star-span  -  gled 
our  trust  I”  And  the  star-span  -  gled 

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of  the  free  and  the  home 
of  the  free  and  the  home 
of  the  free  and  the  home 
of  the  free  and  the  home 


of  the  brave  ? 
of  the  brave, 
of  the  brave, 
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V. 


8  THE  BATTLE-CRY  OF  FREEDOM. 

Words  and  music  by  Geo.  F.  Root 

■-a-.k  .  — hi "h h? & _ b 1 

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1.  Yes,  we’ll 

2.  We  are 

3.  We  will 

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ral  -  ly  ’round  the  flag,  boys,  we’ll 
spring-ing  to  the  call  of  ourB 

wel  -  come  to  our  num  -  bers  the 

— ^ - !* - P-— - • - S - 

ral  -  ly  once  a  -gain, 
roth  -  ers  gone  be  -  fore, 
oy  -  al,  true  and  brave, 

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Shout-ing  the  bat -tie  cry  of  ! 
Shout  -  ing  the  bat  -  tie  cry  of 
Shout  -  ing  the  bat  -  tie  cry  of 

U - - J — 

Free  -  dom ;  We  will 
Free  -  dom  ;And  we’ll 
F ree  -  dom  ;  And  al  - 

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ral  -  ly  from  the  hill-side,  we’ll 
fill  the  va  -  cant  ranks  with  a 
tho’  they  may  be  poor  not  a 

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gath  -  er  from  the  plain,  Shout  -  ing  the  bat  -  tie  -  cry  of  Free  -  dom. 

mil  -  lion  free  -  men  more,  Shout  -  ing  the  bat  -  tie  -  cry  of  Free  -  dom. 

man  shall  be  a  slave,  Shout  -  ing  the  bat  -  tie  -  cry  of  Free  -  dom 

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Chorus. 

Fortissimo. 


» 

The  Un-ion  for-ev  -  er,Hur-rah!  boys, Hurrah!  down  with  the  traitor,Up  with  the  star  ;While  we 


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America. 


9 


“  America  ”  was  written  by  Rev.  S.  F.  Smith,  while  a  student  at  Andover  Theologi¬ 
cal  Seminary,  in  1832.  The  melody  is  that  of  a  German  hymn,  composer  unknown^ 
In  some  collections  of  patriotic  music,  Henry  Carey  is  credited  as  the  composer,  while 
in  other  collections  the  credit  is  given  to  T.  Dwight.  The  simplicity  and  easy  move¬ 
ment  of  the  hymn,  however,  appealed  to  Mr.  Smith  and,  under  the  inspiration  of  the 
moment,  he  seized  a  scrap  of  waste  paper  and  put  upon  it  in  less  than  half  an  hour  the 
verses  substantially  as  they  stand  today.  The  young  student  had  no  idea  at  the  time 
how  much  he  had  done  for  his  country. 

The  hymn  was  first  sung  at  a  children’s  Fourth  of  July  celebration  in  Park  Street 
Church,  Boston,  in  1832.  It  has  since  been  sung  in  every  country  of  the  world,  the  la¬ 
test  translation  being  into  the  Hebrew.  To  quote  the  words  of  Mr.  Smith,  “  I  rejoice 
if  the  expression  of  my  own  sentiments  and  convictions  still  finds  an  answering  chord 
in  the  hearts  of  my  countrymen.” 


AMERICA. 


Rev.  S.  F.  Smith. 


Composer  of  music  Unknown. 


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Pil  -  grim’s  pride !  From  ev 
tern  -  pled  hills  ;  My  heart 
breathe  par  -  take  ;  Let  rocks 
ho  -  ly  light;  Pro  •  tect 

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’ry  moun  -  tain  side  Let  free-dom  ring, 

with  rap  -  ture  thrills  Like  that  a  -  bove. 

their'  si  -  lence  break,  The  sound  pro  -  long, 

us  bv  Thy  might,  Great  God,  our  King, 

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Lincoln's  Address  at  Gettysburg. 

President  Lincoln’s  address,  when  the  National  Cemetery  at  Gettysburg,  Pa.,  was 
dedicated  November  19,  1863,  was  in  these  memorable  words: 

“  Fourscore  and  seven  years  ago,  our  fathers  brought  forth  upon  this  continent  a 
new  Nation,  conceived  in  Liberty,  and  dedicated  to  the  proposition  that  all  men  are 
created  equal. 

Now  we  are  engaged  in  a  great  civil  war,  testing  whether  that  Nation,  or  any. 
Nation  so  conceived  and  so  dedicated,  can  long  endure. 

We  are  met  on  a  great  battlefield  of  that  war.  We  have  come  here  to  dedicate  a 
portion  of  that  field, as  a  final  resting  place  for  those  wdro  here  gave  their  lives  that  that 
Nation  might  live. 

It  is  altogether  fitting  and  proper  that  we  should  do  this. 

But  in  a  larger  sense,  we  cannot  dedicate,  we  cannot  consecrate,  w^e  cannot  hallow 
this  ground.  The  brave  men,  living  and  dead,  who  struggled  here,  have  consecrated 
it  far  above  our  power  to  add  or  detract. 

The  world  will  little  note,  or  long  remember,  what  we  say  here  ;  but  it  can  never 
forget  what  they  did  here. 

It  is  for  us,  the  living,  rather  to  be  dedicated  here  to  the  unfinished  work  which 
they  who  fought  here  have,  thus  far,  so  nobly  advanced. 

It  is  rather  for  us  to  be  here  dedicated  to  the  great  task  remaining  before  us ;  that 
from  these  honored  dead  w’e  take  increased  devotion  to  that  cause. for  which  they  gave 
'  the  last  full  measure  of  devotion  ;  that  we  here  highly  resolve  that  these  dead  shall 
not  have  died  in  vain ;  that  this  Nation,  under  God,  shall  have  a  new  birth  of  freedom  ; 
and  that  government  of  the  people,  by  the  people  and  for  the  people,  shall  not  perish 
from  the  earth.” 

Extracts  from  other  Addresses  of  Lincoln. 

“God  must  like  the  common  people,  or  he  would  not  have  made  so  many  of  them.” 

“  This  country,  with  its  institutions,  belongs  to  the  people  who  inhabit  it.” 

“I  appeal  to  you  again  to  constantly  bear  in  mind  that  with  you  —  the  people — , 
and  not  with  politicians,  not  with  Presidents,  not  with  office  seekers,  but  with  you,  is 
the  question ;  shall  the  Union,  and  shall  the  liberties  of  the  country  be  preserved  to  the 
latest  generation.” 

“With  malice  toward  none,  with  charity  for  all,  with  firmness  in  the  right  as  God 
gives  us  to  see  the  right,  let  us  strive  on  to  finish  the  work  we  are  in  ;  to  bind  up  the 
'-Nation’s  wounds ;  to  care  for  him  who  shall  have  borne  the  battle,  and  for  his  widow 
and  orphans;  to  do  all  which  may  achieve  and  cherish  a  just  and  lasting  peace  among 
ourselves  and  with  all  nations.” 


Battle  Hymn  of  the  Republic. 

This  song  was  inspired  by  a  visit  of  Mrs.  Howe  to  the  soldiers’  camps  around 
Washington,  gathered  for  the  defence  of  the  Capitol,  early  in  the  Civil  War.  The 
composer  of  the  music  is  unknown. 


BATTLE  HYMN  OF  THE  REPUBLIC. 


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Julia  Ward  Howe. 
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Air:  “John  Brown’s  Body.” 


1.  Mine  eyes  have  seen  the  glo  -  ry  of  the  com  -  ing  of  the  Lord ;  He  is 

2.  I  have  seen  Him  in  the  watch-fires  of  a  hun  -  dred  circling  camps;  They  have 

3.  I  have  read  a  fier  -  y  gos  -  pel,  writ  in  bur-nished  rows  of  steel :  “  As  ye 

4.  He  has  sound -ed  forth  the  trump  -  et  that  shall  nev  -  er  call  re -treat;  He  is 

5.  In  the  beau  -  ty  of  the  lil  -  ies  Christ  was  born  a  •  cross  the  sea,  With  a 


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tramp 

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out 

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'  age  where 

the  grapes 

of  wrath 

are  stored  : 

He 

hath 

build 

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Him 

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al  - 

tar 

in 

the 

eve  - 

ning  dews 

and  damps ; 

I 

can 

deal 

with 

my 

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tern  - 

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so 

with 

you 

my  grace 

shall  deal.” 

Let 

the 

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the  hearts 

of 

men 

be  - 

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His  judg- 

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loosed  the  fate  -ful  light-ning  of  His  ter  -  ri-  ble  swift  sword, His  truth  is  marching  on. 
read  His  righteous  sentence  by  the  dim  and  flar- ing  lamps, His  day  is  marching  on. 
He  -  ro,born  of  worn  -  an, crush  the  ser-pentwith  his  heel, Since  God  is  marching  on. 
swift,  my  soul,  to  an  -  swer  Him!  be  ju  -  bi- lant,  my  feet !  Our  God  is  marching  on. 
died  to  make  men  ho  -  ly,  let  us  die  to  make  men  free, While  God  is  marching  on. 


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HAIL,  COLUMBIA* 


Joseph  Hopkinson. 


Phyla. 


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1.  Hail,  Co-lum  -  bia  !  Hap  -  py  land  !  Hail, ye  he  -  roes,heav’n-born  band  !  Who 

2.  Sound,  sound  the  trump  of  fame.  Let  Wash  -  ing- ton’s  great  name  Ring 

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reach  the  skies.  Firm,  u  -  nit  -  ed  let  us  be,  Rallying  round 

hon  -  est  peace.  Firm,  u  -  nit  -  ed  let  us  be,  Rallying  round 

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HAIL,  COLUMBIA. 


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a  band  of  brothers  joined,  Peace  and  safe  -  ty  we  shall  find. 


The  Story  of  Columbia/^ 


Origin  of  the  Tune,  “  The  President’s  March.” 

In  1798,  Professor  Phyla,  a  local  band  leader,  hearing  that  General  Washington 
was  to  be  inaugurated  in  New  York,  visited  the  committee  having  the  arrangements  in 
charge  and  asked  that  his  band  be  given  the  honor  of  leading  the  procession.  His 
request  was  granted.  Highly  elated  at  his  success,  he  returned  to  his  home,  where, 
under  the  inspiration  of  the  moment,  he  composed  the  tune  which  he  named  “  The 
President’s  Match.”  '  It  was  played  in  public  for  the  first  time  while  his  band  was 
escorting  the  procession  to  the  Sub  Treasury,  where  Washington  took  the  oath  of 
office. 

Origin  of  the  '"Song,  “  Hail,  Columbia.” 

Shortly  after  the  inauguration  of  President  Washington,  a  war  with  France  was 
thought  to  be  inevitable.  Patriotic  spirit  was  high  among  all  classes.  In  Philadel¬ 
phia,  a  young  man  who  had  some  talent  as  a  singer  announced  a  benefit  to  be  given 
in  one  of  the  local  theatres.  He  was  acquainted  with  Judge  Hopkinson,  and,  being 
discouraged  at  his  prospect  of  success,  called  on  him  and  stated  that  if  he  could  get  a 
patriotic  song  adapted  to  the  tune  of  “The  President’s  March,” then  quite  popular,  he 
might  depend  on  a  large  audience.  The  Judge  replied  that  he  would  try  to  furnish 
one.  The  next  afternoon  the  young  man  called  again  and  the  text  was  handed  him. 
The  song,  being  advertised,  attracted  an  audience  that  filled  the  theatre  to  excess,  and, 
after  being  sung,  was  repeatedly  encored,  the  audience  joining  later  in'the  chorus.  It 
was  sung  in  the  streets  by  large  assemblies"of  citizens,  including  Members  of  Congress, 
and  found  favor  with  all  parties,  as  no  one  could  disavow  its  sentiments. 


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J.  R.  Randall. 


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MARYLAND!  MY  MARYLAND! 

Air;  German  Folk  Song, 


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1.  Thou  wilt 

2.  Thou  wilt 
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in  the  dust,  Ma 
Van  -  dal  toll,  Ma 
on  thy  cheek,  Ma 
thun  -  der  hum,  Ma 

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ry  -  land  !  my 
ry  -  land  !  my 
ry  -  land  !  ray 
ry  -  land  !  my 


M  a  -  ry  -  land  !  Thy 
Ma  -  ry-land!Thou 
Ma  -  ry  -  land  !  Tho’ 
Ma  -  ry- land!  The 


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wilt  not  crook  to 
thou  wast  ev  -  er 
Old  Line  bu  -  gle, 

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nev-  er  rust,  Ma  -  ry- land !  my 

his  con  -trol,  Ma  -  ry-  land  !  my 

brave -ly  meek,  Ma  -  ry- land  !  my 

fife,  and  drum,  Ma  -  ry-  land !  ray 


Ma  -  ry  -  land 
Ma  -  ry  -  land 
Ma  -  ry  -  land 
Ma  -  ry  -  land 


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ter  the  fire  up  •  on  thee  roll,  Bet -ter  the  shot,  the  blade,  the  bowl, Than 

life  and  death,  for  woe  and  weal.  Thy  peer  -  less  chiv  -  al  -  ry  re  -  veal.  And 

to  thine  own  he  -  ro  -  ic  throng, That  stalks  with  Lib  -  er  -  ty  a  -  long.  And 


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cru  -  ci  -  fix  -  ion  of 
gird  thy  beau  -teous  limbs 
ring  thy  daunt  -  less  slo  • 


the  just, 
the  soul, 
with  steel, 
gan  song. 


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ry  -  land  1 
ry  -  land  ! 
ry  -  land  I 


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land  1 
land  1 
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Columbia,  the  Gem  of  the  Ocean* 

This  song  is  also  known  as  “  The  Red,  White  and  Blue.”  It  was  written  and  com. 
posed  by  David  T.  Shaw,  under  the  title  of  “Columbia,  the  Land  of  the  Brave,”  and 
was  published  in  1843.  Though  the  name  and  idea  seem  to  have  originated  with 
Shaw,  an  American,  the  words  and  music,  as  now  printed  and  sung,  are  conceded  to 
Thomas  A.  Beckett,  an  Englishman.  It  was  sung  for  the  first  time  in  the  fall  of  1843^ 
at  the  Chestnut  Street  Theatre,  Philadelphia,  Pa. 


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COLUMBIA,  THE  GEM  OF  THE  OCEAN. 

David  T.  Shaw.  Thomas  A.  Beckett. 

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2.  When  war  winged  its  wide  des-o-la-tion,  And  threatened  the  land  to  de  -  form, 

3.  The  star-spangled  ban-ner  bring  hither, O’er  Co-lum-bia’s  true  sons  let  it  wave  ;  May  the 


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ark  then  of  free-dom’s  foun-da-tion,  Co  -  lum  -  bia, rode  safe  thro’ the  storm  :  With  the 
wreaths  they  have  won  nev-erwith-er,  Nor  its  stars  cease  to  shine  on  the  brave.  May  the 

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man  dates  make  he-roes  a's  -  sem-ble,  When  Lib  -  er  -  ty’s  form  stands  in  view ;  Thy 

gar-lands  of  vie  -  fry  a- round  her,  When  so  proud-ly  she  bore  her  brave  crew, With  her 
ser  -  vice  u -nit  -  ed,  ne’er  sev  -  er,  But  hold  to  their  col  -  ors  so  true;  The 

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flag  proud-ly  float-ing  be  -  fore  her.  The  boast  of  the  red, white  and  blue,  The 

ar  -  my  and  na  -  vy  for  -  ev  -  er,  Three  cheers  for  the  red, white  and  blue.  Three 

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The  boast  of  the  red, white  and  blue.  With  her 
Three  cheers  for  the  red,white  and  blue,  The 


ban-  ners  make  tyr  -  an  -  ny  trem-ble.  When  borne 
flag  proud-ly  float-ing  be -fore  her.  The  boast 
ar  -  my  and  na  -  vy  for  -  ev  -  er.  Three  cheers 

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of  the  red,  white  and  blue, 
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DIXIE’S  LAND. 


Dan  Emmet. 


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was  in  th’  land  of  cot  -  ton,  Old  times  there  are 

mar  -  ried  “Will  th’  wea  -  ver,”  Wil-liam'was  a 

sharp  as  a  butch-  er’s  clea  -  ver,  But  that  did  not 

health  to  ’th  next  old  Mis  -  ses,An’  all  the  girls  that 


5.  There’s  buckwheat  cakes  and  In  -  dian  bat  -  ter,  Makes  you  fat  ora 


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not  for  -  got- ten, Look  a  -  way  I  Look  a -way!  Look  a -way!  Dix-ieLand.  In 

gay  de  -  ceiv-  er;  Look  a  -  way  1  Look  a  •  way !  Look  a  -way  !  Dix-  ie  Land.  But 

seem  to  griev-er;  Look  a  -  way  I  Look  a -way!  Look  a -way!  Dix-ieLand.  Old 
want  to  kiss  us;  Look  a -way  I  Look  a -way!  Look  a -way!  Dix-ieLand.  But 

lit  -  tie  fat -ter;  Look  a- way!  Look  a -way!  Look  a -way !  Dix-ieLand.  Then 


Dix  -  ie  Land  where  I  was  born  in.  Ear  -  ly  on  one  frost  -  y  morning, 
when  he  put  his  arm  a  -  round ’er.  He  smiled  as  fierce  as  a  for  -  ty  pounder. 
Mis  -  ses  act  -  ed  th’  fool-  ish  part,  And  died  for  a  man  that  broke  her  heart, 

if  you  want  to  drive  ’way  sor  -  row,  Come  and  hear  this  song  to  -morrow, 

hoe  it  down  and  scratch  your  grav- el.  To  Dix  -  ie’s  land  I’m  bound  to  trav-el, 


DDOFS  LAND. 


Lxx)k  a  -  way!  Look  a*  -  way  I  Look  a  -  way!  Dix-ie  Land. 


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Yankee  Doodle. 


This  time-honored  song  seems  to  be  a  musical  vagabond  and  is  wrapt  in  obscurity. 
While  Yankee  Doodle  is  national  property,  it  is  not  a  literary  treasure.  No  true  born 
American,  however,  is  ashamed  of  the  song. 

In  May,  1755,  the  British  army  lay  encamped  on  the  east  bank  of  the  Hudson 
river,  awaiting  reinforcements.  During  the  month  of  June,  the  motley  crowd  of  raw 
recruits  poured  into  camp,  each  man  differently  armed  and  equipped  from  his  neigh* 
bors.  They  presented  a  spectacle  that  greatly  amused  the  British  officers,  and  one  of 
them,  Dr.  Shuchburg,  a  joke-loving  surgeon,  gravely  dedicated  this  song  to  them.  To 
the  great  amusement  of  the  British  the  joke  took  and  the  song  seemed  to  be  the  exclu¬ 
sive  property  of  the  British.  Twenty-six  years  later,  however,'  Cornwallis  marched  to 
this  same  tune  into  the  lines  of  the  Continentals  to  surrender  his  sword  and  his  armv. 

Since  the  War  for  Independence,  many  verses  have  been  written  and  added  to  the 
song.  The  credit  for  the  best  and  most  original  work  in  this  direction,  however, 
belongs  to  George  P.  Morris,  who  wrote  the  following  lines  under  the  title  of  “  Origin 
of  Yankee  Doodle.” 


t.  Once  on  a  time  old  Johnny  Bull 
Flew  in  a  raging  fury, 

And  said  that  Jonathan  should  have 
No  trial,  sir,  by  jury. 

Cho.  Yankee  Doc  die  keep  it  up,  etc 

2.  That  no  elections  should  be  held. 

Across  the  briny  waters, 

“  And  now,”  said  he,  “  I’ll  tax  the  tea 
Of  all  his  sons  and  daughters.” 
Cho. 

3.  Then  down  he  sat  in  burly  state. 

And  bluster’d  like  a  grandee. 

And  in  derision  made  a  tune 

Called  “  Yankee  Doodle  Dandy.” 

Cho, 

4.  **  Yankee  Doodle,”  these  are  facts  — • 

“Yankee  Doodle  Dandy 
My  son  of  w'ax,  your  tea  I’ll  tax.— 
Yankee  Doodle  Dandy.” 

Cho. 

3,  John  sent  the  tea  from  o’er  the  sea. 
With  heavy  duties  rated  ; 

But  whether  Hyson  or  Bohea, 

I  never  heard  it  stated. 

Cho. 


6  Then  Jonathan  to  pout  began. 

He  laid  a  strong  embargo, 

“  I’ll  drink  no  tea,  dear  sir  1  ”  so  he 
Threw  overboard  the  cargo. 

Cho. 

7=  Then  Johnny  sent  a  regiment, 

Big  words  and  looks  to  bandy. 

Whose  martial  band,  when  near  the  land, 
Play’d  “  Yankee  Doodle  Dandy.*’ 
Cho. 

8.  “  Yankee  Doodle,  ”  keep  it  up  f 

Yankee  Doodle  Dandy. 

“  I’ll  poison  with  a  tax  your  cup, — ^ 
Yankee  Doodle  Dandy.” 

Cho. 

9.  A  long  war  then  they  had  in  which 

John  Bull  was  at  last  defeated. 

And  “  Yankee  Doodle  ”  was  the  mardh 
To  which  his  troops  retreated. 

Cho. 

10.  Cute  Jonathan  to  see  them  fly, 

Could  not  restrain  his  laughter; 

‘‘  That  tune,”  said  he,  “  suits  to  a  T» 

I’ll  sing  it  ever  after.” 

Cho. 


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YANKEE  DOODLE. 


1.  Fa  -  ther  and  I  went  down  to  camp,  A  -  long;  with  Cap’n  Good  -  win, 

2.  And  there  we  saw  a  thou-sand  men  As  rich  as  Squire  Da  -  vid ; 

3.  And  there  was  Gen  -  »ral  Wash-ing  -  ton  Up  -  on  a  snow-white  charg-er 


W*  ^  W'  ^ 

And  there  we  see  the  men  and  boys  As  thick  as  has  -  ty  pud  -  ding. 

And  what  they  wast  -  ed  ev  -  ’ry  day,  I  wish  it  could  be  sav  -  ed. 

all  out  doors, Some  thought  he  was  much  larg  -  er. 


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h  H 

And  there  they  had  a  copper  gun, 
Big  as  a  log  of  maple, 

They  tied  it  to  a  wooden  cart, 

A  load  for  father’s  cattle. 

And  every  time  they  shoot  it  oif. 

It  takes  a  horn  of  powder, 

And  makes  a  noise  like  father’s  gun, 
Only  a  nation  louder. 

I  went  as  nigh  to  it  myself 
As  Jacob’s  underpinin’, 

And  father  went  as  nigh  again — 

I  tho’t  the  deuce  was  in  him. 

And  there  I  saw  a  little  keg 
All  bound  around  with  leather, 
They  beat  it  with  two  little  sticks. 

To  call  the  men  together. 


8  And  then  they’d  fife  away  like  fun, 

And  play  on  corn  stalk  fiddles. 
And  some  had  ribbons  red  as  bloody 
All  bound  around  their  middles. 

9  The  troopers,  too,  would  gallop  up, 

And  fire  right  in  our  faces  ; 

It  scared  me  almost  half  to  death 
To  see  them  run  such  races. 

10  Uncle  Sam  came  there  to  change 

Some  pancakes  and  some  onions. 
For  ’lasses  cakes  to  carry  home 
To  give  his  wife  and  young  ones, 

11  But  I  can’t  tell  you  half  I  see. 

They  kept  up  such  a  smother; 

So  I  took  my  hat  off,  made  a  bow, 
And  scampered  home  to  mother. 


20 


OLD  BLACK  JOE* 


Stephen  C.  Foster. 


-fej— ^ 


r  -  - 

1.  Gone  are  the  days  when  my  heart  was  young  and  gay,  Gone  are  my  friends  from  the 

2.  Why  do  I  weep- when  my  heart  should  feel  no  pain?  Why  do  I  sigh  that  my 

3.  Where  are  the  hearts  once  so  hap  -  py  and  so  free!  Chil  -dren  so  dear,  that  I 

- - 


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t  ^  ^ ^ 


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cot  -  ton  fields  a  -  way,  Gone  from  the  earth  to  a  'l>et  -  ter  land,  I  know, 

friends  come  not  a  -  gain,  Griev  -  ing  for  forms  now  de  -  part  -  ed  long  a  -  go  ? 

held  up  -  on  my  knee  ?  Gone  to  the  shore  where  my  soul  has  longed  to  go, 


m 


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14 


.  ^ 


I  hear  their  gen  -  tie 


voi 


-  ces  call  -  ing,,  “  Old'  Black 


r 

Joe.’ 


m 


rr\ 


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:*==fe 


I’m  com 

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ing,  I’m 


com  -  mg, 

/TN 


F or  my  head  is  bend  -  ing  low : 

■m-  ^  ^ 


I 


rzV. 


-S-  ~:gl~ 

I  hear  those  gen  -  tie  voi  -  ces  call  -  ing,  “  Old  Black  Joe.” 


» - ^ 


f . r-  f 

4 - 0— — -0- 


LANDING  OF  THE  PILGRIMS. 

(SONG  FOR  THANKSGIVING  DAY.) 

Felicia  Hemans. 


St 


1.  The  break  -  ing  waves  dashed  high, 

2.  Not  as  the  con-quer or  comes, 

3.  A  -  midst  the  storm  they  sang, 

4.  What  sought  they  thus  a  -  far? 


On  a  stern  and  rock-bound  coast, 
They,  the  true-heart  -  ed,  came; 
And  the  stars  heard,  and  the  sea  ! 
Bright  jew  -  els  of  the  mine  ? 


The 

Not 

The 

The 


-is>- 


I^EZZ^ 


ft:. 


'li. 


M; 


W  * 


5 


:s: 


i 


- ;iitr 

woods  a-gainst  a  storm  -  y  sky,  Their  gi  -  ant  branch-es  toss’d ;  The 

with  the  roll  of  stir  -  ring  drums, And  the  trumpet  that  sings  of  fame;  Not 

sound  -  ing  ailses  erf  the  dim  woods  rang  To  the  an  -  them  of  the  free.  The 

wealth  of  the  seas,  the  spoils  of  war?  They  sought  a  faith’s  pure  shrine ;  Ay, 


-is- 


r 


:g=±^ 


heav  -  y  night  hung 

as  the  fly  -  ing 

o  -  cean  ea  -  gle 

call  it  bo  -  ly 


E 


dark  The  hills  and  wa  -  ters  o’er.  When  a 

come.  In  si  -  lence  and  in  fear ;  They 

soared  From  his  nest  by  the  white  wave’s  foam,  And  the 
ground.  The  soil  where  first  they  trod  I  They  have 


band 
shook 
rock  - 
left 


♦-r- 


■^7 


:st 


-<si- 


ii 


of  .ex  -  iles  moored  their  bark  On  the  wild  New  Eng  -  land  shore, 

the  depths  of  the  des  -  ert  gloom  With  their  hymns  of  loft  -  y  cheer, 

ing  pines  of  the  for  -  est  roared,  This  was  their  wel  -  come  home ! 

un-stained  what  there  they  found.  Free  •  dom  to  wor  -  ship  God. 


— I- 


ts- 


m 


22 


MY  OLD  KENTUCKY  HOME. 


Rather  slow 


1 .  The  sun  shines  bright  in  the  old  Kentuck  -  y  hotne,  ’Tis  summer,  the  dark  -  ies  are 

2.  They  hunt  no  more  for  the  pos-sum  and  the  coon,  On  the  meadow, the  hill,  and  the 

3.  The  head  must  bow  and  the  back  will  have  to  bend,  Wher-ev*er  the  dark 'Cy  may 


JS-  JZL 


igrzSzzztt; 


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U — I** — U — U— k 


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-0 - 0 - 0 t-r-0-\~0 — 0 0-^-0— 0- — 0—^- 

-0 - 0 - 0~  ^  ^  *'i 

-tr  w  - 

gay;  The  corn-top’s  ripe  and  the  meadow’s  in  the  bloom,  While  th 
shore  ;  They  sing  no  more  by  the  glimmer  of  the  moon,On  the 
go;  A  few  more  days,and  the  trou-bie  all  will  end,  In  the! 

mMLm  .y— —  m^m  mIium  *  A  ^ 

zish' t-  ■■■■  ii:  rBE  ^  g — tt  .  kE  rir  ^  ^ 

k 

e  birds  make  mu-sic  all  the 
oench  by  the  old  -cab-in 
ield  where  the  su-gar-canes 

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— ^ - '0 - '0  0 - ]0  0*0 

- - 1— - 1— 

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-is— IV 


1^  -j- 

^ ^ 


1V^ 


day.  The  young  folks  roll  on  the  lit  -  tie  cab  -  in  floor,  All  mer-ry,  all  hap-py  and  bright; 
door.  The  da'}’^  goes  by  like  a  shad-ow  o'er  the  heart, With  sorrow, where  all  was  de-light; 
grow;  A  few  moredays  for  to  tote  the  wea-ry  load,No mat-ter,t’will  nev-er  be  light; 


— gzz:jg^zrjgz=^E=|Ezi^z:f:= 

- I - 1 - ha — ha-F^— ha — ha — ha — I =1 


-t® — k — k— k 


-IS- 


By’m  -  by  hard  times  comes  a-knocking  at  thedoor,Then  my  old  Kentuck-y  home, good -night ! 
The  time  has  come  when  the  darkies  have  to  part,Then  my  old  Kentuck-y  home,good-night ! 
A  few  more  days  till  we  tot -ter  on  the  road, Then  my  old  Kentuck-y  home,good-night I 

-g-  ^ 


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m 


i 


Chorus. 


— « — •! - h- 

-■^——0 — # - *• 


-<SI- 


r^z=iS 

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Weep  no  more, my  la-dy,  O  weep  no  more  to-day!  We  will  sing  one  song  for  the 


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old  Ken-tuck  -  y  home,  For  the  old  Ken-tuck  -  y  home,  far  a  -  way 


."t 


Home,  Sweet  Home* 


23 


The  author  of  this  beautiful  song,  John  Howard  Payne,  was  bom  in  New  York  City, 
June  9,  1792,  and  died  at  Tunis,  Algeria,  April  10,  1852, 

Originally,  the  song  which  the  world  has  taken  to  its  heart  because  of  its  simplicity 
and  tenderness,  was  part  of  an  opera  entitled  “  Clari,  The  Maid  of  Milan.”  It  was 
written  while  the  author  was  a  wanderer  in  England,  and  was  first  sung  in  Covent  Gar¬ 
den  Theatre,  London.  The  melody  is  an  old  Sicilian  Air. 


HOME,  SWEET  HOME. 


John  Howard  Payne. 


1.  ’Mid  pleas  ures  and  pal  -  a  -  ces  though  we  may  roam.  Be  it  ev  • 

2.  I  gaze  on  the  moon  as  I  tread  the  drear  wild,  And  feel 

3.  An  ex  -  ile  from  home, splendor  daz  -  zles  in  vain ;  O  .  .  give 

^  -<s>-  _ 


er  so 
that  my 
me  my 


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hum  -  ble, there’s  no  place  like  home  ;  A  .  .  charm  from  the  skies  seems  to  hal  -  low  us 
moth  -  er  now  thinks  of  her  child ;  As  she  looks  on  that  moon  from  our  own  cot-tage 
low  ♦  ly  thatched  cot- tage  a -gain;  The  birds  sing-ing  gai  -  ly,  that  came  at  my 


i 


& 


1=t: 


-S’- 


-X-g  -S 


-m—i 


G>— 


Refrain, 


there,  Which,  seek  thro’  the  world,  is  ne’er  met  with  else-where.  Home,  home, 
door,  Thro’  the  wood -bine  whose  fra-grance  shall  cheer  me  no  more, 
call ;  Give  me  them,  and  that  peace  of  mind,  dear  -  er  than  all. 


— I*— 


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sweet,  sweet  home.  There’s  no  '.  place  like  home.  Oh,  there’s  no  place  like  home. 


f" 


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22 


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22: 


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THE  DEAREST  SPOT  ON  EARTH. 

Words  and  Music  by  W.  T.  WriGHTOM. 


-1:— 


1.  The  dear  -  est  spot  on  earth  to  me  Is  home,  sweet  home ;  The 

2.  I’ve  taught  my  heart  the  way  to  prize  My  home,  sweet  home;  I’ve 


0=1 


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4-1  . 

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-« - « - ^  .  -*1— H 

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fair  -  y  land  I’ve  longed  to  see  Is  home,  sweet  home.  There  how  charm’d  the 

learned  to  look  with  lov  ■  er’s  eyes  On  home,  sweet  home.  There  where  vows  are 


-Jm  • '  ^~=^ 


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1 


■6'- 


sense  of  hear  -  ing, There  where  hearts  are  so  en- dear -ing ;  All  the  world  is 

tru  -  ly  plight  -  ed,  There  where  hearts  are  so  u  -  ni  -  ted;  All  the  world  be- 


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not  so  cheer-  ing  As  home, sweet  home.  The  dear-  est  spot  on  earth  to  me  Is 
side  I’ve  slight-ed  For  home, sweet  home.  The  dear- est  spot  on  earth  to  me  Is 


h-  I - to - ^ — pz 


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home,  sweet  home ;  The  fair  -  y-Iand  I’ve  longed  to  see  Is  home,  sweet  home. 


j  » 


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OLD  FOLKS  AT  HOME. 

(S’WANEE  RIVER.) 


i 


Con  espressione. 


Stephen  C.  Foster. 


4: 


'Bl 


  r^nir 

^  I  ^ 

1.  ’Way  down  up- on  de  Swa-nee  riv-er,  Far,  far  a  -  way, 

2.  All  roun’  de  lit  -  tie  farm  I  wandered  When  I  was  young, 

3.  One  lit  -  tie  hut  a-mongde  bushes,  One  that  I  love, 


4: 


k 

Dere’s  wha  my  heart  is 
Den  ma-ny  hap-py 
Still  sad  -  ly  to  my  • 


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r 


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rj: 


B 


^  I 

turn-ing  ev  •  er, Dere’s  wha  de  old  folks  stay, 
days  I  squander’d,  Ma  -  ny  de  songs  I  sung, 
mem-’ry  rush  -  es.  No  mat-ter  where  I  rove. 


All  up  and  dowm  de  whole  ere  -  a  -  tion, 
When  I  was  play-ing  with  my  brother, 
When  will  I  see  de  bees  a-humming, 


:Mz=3e± 


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t; 


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k  ^ 


-k— k- 


k  k 


Sad  -  ly  I  roam, 
Hap-py  was  I, 

All  roun’  de  comb  ? 


... 

k  '  ■  ^  ^  " — '  * 

Still  longing  for  de  old  plan-tation,And  for  de  old  folks  at  home. 

die. 
home 


Oh  Itake  me  to  my  kind  old  mother,There  let  me  live  and 
When  will  I  hear  de  ban-jo  tumming, Down  in  my  good  old 


-IS' — 19 — MP- 


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Chorus. 


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All 


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de  world  am  sad 


£ 


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s6 


Samuel  Woodworth. 


THE  OLD  OAKEN  BUCKET. 

Air;  “  Araby’s  Daughter.' 


m 


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the 


j  How  dear  to  my  heart  are 
'  I  The  or  -  chard,  the  mead  -  ow,  the 


1 

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That  moss-  cov-ered  buck 


I 


et 

I  found  it  the  source  of  an 
How  sweet  from  the  green,  moss  -  y 
Not  a  full  blush 


scenes 
deep 
hailed 
ex  - 
brim 


Bl3t. 


- 


ing  gob  ■  let  could  tempt 

— ft— 


of  my  child-hood,  When  fond  rec  -ol  - 
tan -gled  wild  wood.  And  ev-’ry  loved 
as  a  treas-ure.  For  oft  -  en  at 
qui  -  site  pleas-ure.  The  pur  -  est  and 
to  re-ceive  it,  As  poised  on  the 
me  to  leave  it,  Tho’  filled  with  the 


I" 


J±EE3E 


if?' 


lec  -  tion 
spot  which 
noon,  when 
sweet  -  est 
curb,  it 
nec  -  tar 


-«1 - 1 - 


■«- 


pre  -  sents  them  to 
my  in  -  fan  -  cy 
re  -  turned  from  the 
that  na  -  ture  can 
in  -  dined  to  my 
that  Ju  •  pi  -  ter 


-4I»- 

view! }  (  The  wide  spread-ing 
knew.  1  (  The  cot  of 
field,  i  (  How  ar  -  dent 
yield.  )  (  Then  soon,  with 
lips  t  ?  j  And  now  far 
sips.  J  I  As  fan  • 


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cy 


the 
the 
with 
of 

re  -  moved  from  the 
re  -  verts  to  my 


my 

I 

the 


pond  and 
fa  -  ther, 
seized  it, 
em  -  blem 


15 


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£ 


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mill  that  stood  by  it,  The  bridge  and  the 

dai  -  ry  house  nigh  it.  And  e’en  the  rude 

hands  that  were  glow-  ing.  And  quick  to  the 
truth  o  -  ver  -flow -ing.  And  drip-  ping  with 
loved  hab  -  i  ■  ta  -  tion.  The  tear  of  re  - 

fa  -ther’s  plan  -  ta  -  tion,  And  sighs  for  the 


act  fell. 


white 

cool 

iucl 


‘■t 

the  well.  S 
it  fell. 


rock  where  the  cat  -  ar  ■ 
buck  •  et  that  hung  in 
peb  -  bled  bot  -  tom 
ness,  it  rose  from  the  well 
will  in  -  tru-sive  -ly  swell,  J 
•  et  that  hung  in  the  well. } 


w- 


-h 


Chorus. 


-IV- 


The  old 


oak  -  en  buck  -  et,  the  i  -  ron  -bound  buck  -  et.  The 
Al 


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moss 


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cov 


ered 


buck  - 


et 


that 


hung 


m 


the 


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m 


well. 


5= 


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THE  VACANT  CHAIR, 


*7 


H.  S.  Washburn. 


Geo.  F.  Root. 


r 


t 


-si- 


^  ^  u  • 

one  va  -  cant  chair; 


2.  At 

our 

fire  • 

side,  sad  and 

lone  -  ly. 

Oft  - 

en 

will 

the 

bos  - 

om 

swell 

3*  True, 

they  tell 

us  wreaths  of 

glo  -  ry 

Ev  • 

er  - 

more 

will 

deck 

his 

brow, 

SpZiZTjV'^ 

1 

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ra - a-^ 

— a-^ 

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ff®  • 

0^ 

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>  • 

U  t-  1 — 

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a - ^ - 

1  ' 

^  • 

t=- 

. 

tff 

Ut 

t  ■  5  f 

We  shall  lin  -  ger  to 
At  re  -  mem  -  brance  of 
But  this  soothes  the  an- 


- 1 - 1 - 


«- 


-i>~ 


ca  -  ress  him, 
the  sto  ♦  ry 
guish  on  -  ly 

^ - v-0- - 1#  — 


1^=:^— tffi 


While  we  breathe  our  eve  -  ning  prayer. 
How  our  no  •  ble  he  -  ro  fell ; 
Sweep  -  ing  o’er  our  heart-strings  now. 

— pL — 


F#Sl?^=f*==1!!=l=^= 


^s— I 


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-(*— |-6f* 

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m 


When  a  year  a  -  go 

How  he  strove  to  bear 

Sleep  to  -  day,  O  ear 

-e-: 


we  gath-ered, 
our  ban  -  ner 
-  ly  fall  -  en, 

■m — -t— 


«-r- 


Joy 

Thro’ 

In 


was  in 
the  thick 
thy  green 


his  mild  blue  eye, 
est  of  the  fight, 
and  nar  -  row  bed, 


1ei:=|e: 


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— 1 

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■0 

a 

U 

a 

r 

But 

a 

gold  - 

en 

cord 

is 

sev  -  ered. 

And 

our 

hopes 

in 

ru  - 

in 

lie. 

And 

up 

-  hold 

our 

coun-try’s 

hon  -  or, 

In 

the  strength 

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Mrs.  Norton. 


JUANITA. 

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Spanish  Air. 


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1.  Soft  o’er  the  foun-tain,  Lin -g’ ring  falls  the  south-em  moon  ;  Far  o’er  the  mountain, 

2.  When  in  thy  dream-ing,  Moons  like  these  shall  shine  a -gain,  And  day-light  beam-in  g, 


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Breaks  the  day  too  soon!  In  thy  dark  eyes’ splendor,  Where  the  warm  light  loves  to  dwell, 
Prove  thy  dreams  are  vain,  Wilt  thou  not,  re  -  lent-ing.  For  thine  ab  -  sent  lov  -  er  sigh  ? 


Wea-ry  looks,  yet  ten-der, 
In  thy  heart  con-sent  -  ing 


Speak  their  fond  fare  -  well  1 
To  a  prayer  gone  by? 


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Ni  -  ta,  Jua 

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Ask  my  soul  if 
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Robert  Burns. 


AULD  LANG  SYNE. 


Scotch  Air. 


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twa  ha’e  sport  -  ed 
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be  for  -  got,  And 
boot  the  braes.  And 
i’  the  burn  Frae 
trust  -  y  frien’.  And 

,  4K.«  JK.  jK.  jtL. 

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nev  -  er  brought  to 
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morn -in’  sun  till 
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mind  ?  Should 
fine ;  But  we’ve 
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AULD  LANG  SYNE. 


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auld  acquaiiit-ance  be  for- got.  And  days  of  auld  lang  syne?  For  auld 
wan  -  dered  mony  a  wea  -  ry  foot  Sin’  auld  lang  syne, 

seas  be-tween  us  braid  hae  roared  Sin’  auld  lang  syne, 

tak’  a  cup  o’  kind -ness  yet  For  auld  lang  syne. 


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Lady  John  Scott. 
Tenderly.  , 


ANNIE  LAURIE. 


Scotch  Air.  Arr. 


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1.  Max-wel-ton’s  braes  are  bon-nie,  Where  ear-ly  fa’s  the  dew,  And ’twas  there  that  Annie 

2.  Her  brow  is  like  the  snawdrift.Her  throat  is  like  the  swan;  Her  face  it  is  the 

3.  Like  dew  on  th’ gowan  ly  -  ing  Is  th’  fa’  o’herfai-ry  feet,  And  like  winds  in  summer 


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Lau  -  rie 
fair  -  est 
sigh  -  ing, 


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Gave  me  her  h^om  -  ise  true.  Gave  me  her  prom  -  ise  true,  Which 

That  e’er  the  sun  shone  on.  That  e’er  the  sun  shone  on,  And 

Her  voice  is  low  and  sweet,  Her  voice  is  low  and  sweet.  And 

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ne’er  for-got  will  be.  And  for  bon-nie  An  -  nie  Lau-rie,  I’d  lay  me  down  and  dee. 

dark  blue  is  her  e’e.  And  for  bon-nie  An  -  nie  Lau-rie,  I’d  lay  me  down  and  dee. 

she’s  a’  the  world  to  me.  And  for  bon-nie  An  -  nie  Lau-rie,  I’d  lay  me  down  and  dee. 


SWEET  AND  LOW* 


Alfred  Tennyson.  J.  Barnby. 


breathe  and  blow,  Wind  of  the  west  -  ern  sea ;  O  -  ver  the  roll  -  ing 

Alto.  —  O  -  ver  the 

moth  -  er’s  breast,  Fa-therwiB  come  to  thee  soon;  Fa-ther  will  come  to 

Alto.  —  Fa  -  ther  will 


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SOLDIER'S  FAREWELL. 


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Johanna  Kinkel. 


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I.  Ah,  love,  how  can  I  leave  thee ?  The  sad  thought  deep  doth  grieve  me.  But 
T^n  be -hold  thee,  Or  to  my  heart  en  -  fold  thee;  In 

3.111  ttiink  of  thee  with  long •  mg,  When  thot’s  with  tears  come  throng-ing;  And 


know  what -e’er  be  -  falls  me 
war’s  ar  -  ray  ap  -  pear  .  ing, 

,,  on  the  field,  if  ly  -  ing, 

■  •  -m-  -tn.  .M. 

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I  go  where  hon  -  or  calls  me. 
The  foe’s  stern  hosts  are  near  -  ing. 
I’ll  breathe  thy  dear  name  dy  -  ing, 

F’-T  if 

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tranquillo  a  molto  espress. 


well,  fare  -well  I  My  own  true  love  1  Fare-well,  fare  -  well.  My  own  true  love ! 

A  ^  m  A  m  I 


STARS  OF  THE  SUMMER  NIGHT. 


Longfellow. 
p  Andante. 


J.  B.  Woodbury. 
Pococres. 


1.  Stars  of  the  sum  -  mer  night.  Far  in  yon  az  -  ure  deeps,  Hide,  hide  your 

2.  Moon  of  the  sum  •  mer  night.  Far  down  yon  west  -  ern  steeps.  Sink,  sink  in 

3.  Dreams  of  the  sum  -  mer  night.  Tell  her,  her  lov  -  er  keeps  Watch  while  in 


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gold  -  en  light,  She  sleeps, my  la  -  dy  sleeps,  She  sleeps,  she  sleeps,my  la  -  dy  sleeps, 

sil  -  ver  light.  She  sleeps,my  la  -  dy  sleeps.  She  sleeps,  she  sleeps,my  la  -  dy  sleeps, 

slum-bers  light,  She  sleeps,my  la  -  dy  sleeps.  She  sleeps,  she  sleeps, my  la  -  dy  sleeps. 


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MASSA'S  IN  THE  COLD,  COLD  GROUND* 


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1.  Round  de  mead-ows  am  a  -  ring  -  ing,  De  dark  -  ies  mourn- ful  song, 

2.  Mas  -  sa  make  de  dark  -  ies  love  nim,  Caysc  he  was  so  kind. 


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While  de  mock- ing  bird  am  sing  -  ing,  Hap -py  as  de  day  am  Iqpg. 
Now,  dey  sad  -  ly  weep  a  -  bove  him.  Mourning  cayse  he  leave  dem  be  -  hind, I 


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can-not  work  be-fore  to  -  mor  -  row,  Cayse  de  tear-drop  flow,  I  try  to  drive  a  •  way  my 


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sleep-ing,  Sleep-ing  in  de  cold, cold ground.Down  in  de  corn-field, Heardatmournfui 
sor-row,  Pick- in’  on  de  ole  ban  -  jo. 


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